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My Father My Son
More Than Memories
Summertime 1965
I was just a little guy
Feeling butterfly breezes
Blowing across my knees
As I watched my Hero drive
Rarely having far to go
Lucky to hear
A song or two
From His old Comets radio
I could hardly wait
For my Dad to sing
Along with the hit
England Swings
Like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycle
Two by two
West Minster Abbey
The tower Big Ben
Rosy red cheeks
Of the little children
More Than Memories
Well singing never
Was my inclination
However it is the source
Of my explanation
Regarding Grandpa's lesson
In Shared Happiness
Clever read My Fathers lines
In-between Roger Millers rhymes
Which took me years
And the arrival of you
My Son to detect
Summertime, 1986
I took Rogers tip
And our little family
Made that trip
Across the sea to England
Oh England did swing
A remarkable place
Rolling mist
Off the cliffs
Of Saint Ives
Poised beneath
Majestic silver-blue skies
Gulls in flight
Lined the salt air
As gentle winds
Playfully danced
Through Mother and Sons
Strawberry-blonde hair
Mermaid tears
Held in Her hands
Make bright my reflection
Of lovely JoAnne
Vision of Eunice
Amid lady's lace
Her beautiful eyes
Full of both Hers
And Gods Grace
We had been gone
For three weeks
Now home in the states
Visits made early
A few, half past eight
All for a peek
At your rosy red cheeks
You were learning to talk
Holding my hand
You'd run while I walked
To the corner
Of Seaman and Grand
We'd stop take a long look
As I gave you a lift
You'd watch the leaf's drift
Both of us rambling on
With that babbling brook
Soon I began to hum
An old tune
Sung by Neil Young
His words they
Just seemed to fit
In a few years
At the top
Of our lungs
You me and the Girls
Would sing it
With Shared Happiness
Our house
Was a very very
Very fine house
With three kids
In the yard
Life never seemed
To hard
Everything was easy
Because of You John
My wonderful Son